I watch as you sleep
and over you roll.
You open your back like a blueprint to your soul.
Right up the center
there’s a staircase to your mind
with a door to your dreams
which I wish I could enter.
I sit and I stare at the map on your back
and my finger tips step
and slowly walk the line
up and down your stairs,
tracing my fingers along your spine
just to know it’s there.
For if it weren’t, I promise this,
I wouldn’t know what to do,
for it’s what’s holding you together
and I’m holding onto you.